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Uh uh uh uh uh uh
IGH!
Nana
Yup
Wooooh, ah!

1]
Young boy, how he got the labels scared?
A&R's like, "Chano, you ain't fair!
You gon' set a bad for the average bear
You a Yogi, you should idle in child's position"
I be like, naw, these my sons, this prenatal
I'mma show em how to make it here and make it
Take it there, could kill me and I ain't gon' care
You is just an ankle weight, lighter than some angel
Sweeter than some maple syrup, easier Ableton
Make a plate and make a
em play it
Just count your sheep before they hatch
You chickens your eggs
Eat your dinner you say your prayer

I'm back up in this (x7)
I'm up in this...

2]
Young tactician, got my taxes finished
Beat the by a hair in an '04 Ford Taurus
On a with a wax finish
There's a lot of metaphors, you just lack
You bad business
UH!
All shit been lower case
class, lower key
I'm the only minority in priority
Sippin' gin and tonic while I plot upon
Author of my horoscope, like the oracle
no rules, nigga
IGH!